Here it is, the final chapter /OMG/ last author's note at the end. Sorry it took so long but I had this written and then realised it was awful, so I had to do a lot of editing. Enjoy!
Balance chp 33: Tipping the Scales
"Connor we don't have much time."
"I know Calista, I know, just one more thing." He picked up the spring of jasmine and placed it over the small bundle of other items, among which was their own blood. He reached out and they held hands over the bundle. Calista swallowed nervously and he took a deep breath to calm himself. "Ready?" She nodded and began to chant,
Oi maaginen armoitettu , oi väkijuoma hyväntahtoisuus ,
Antaa alusta loppuun hiekkakivi -lta aika ,
Käännyttä parannukseen totuttaa vereen ase ,
Asettaa rikki sen eksponentti ,
Antaa se päälle objektimuoto ,
Vampyyri Lapsi hyvä.
Their eyes rolled back in pleasure as the magic filled their bodies, pulsing through their veins. Their hands separated and extended out to the sides, their heads leaning back. The magic swirled all around them, pulsing, primitive, powerful. A beam of blue light shot up from the ground and up to the sky. They reacted instinctively and thrust their hands into its warm depths. Each curled their fingers around something and pulled hard. At once the whole spell ended and they fell onto their backs each gripping an identical weapon. They stood up unsteadily and then examined the weapons. They were scythes, with blood red blades and a wooden stake on the ends. Connor ran his hand up the handle, drawing in a sharp breath as he felt the power and magic within the weapon.
"Wow." he gasped. Calista only could nod. He stepped back from her and tested the scythe, swinging it in his fingers like a baton, then gripping it and thrusting it forward into an imaginary neck. He then studied it carefully, admiring the skill obviously needed to forge such a weapon. A weapon of the Children of Vampires, the weapon they'd used to fight the demons that had roamed earth freely, the one they'd used to fight their parents that wanted their blood. They gave it in the blade, a mixture of metal and their blood. Now this was his weapon, and no one else's. Calista watched him fascinated, then said bewilderedly,
"Why was the spell in Finnish?"
"Haven't a clue. I think it may have something to do with the fact that Latin is the language of the Christian church and Connacht isn't a Christian, and he also happened to like the Finnish language. He thought it was a nice musical language."
"He was weird!"
"No argument from me." he smiled slightly at her and they returned to the car that they'd parked on the edge of the road. They climbed over the doors and sat down with the weapons in their laps and Connor started the engine again. He slipped his sunglasses over his eyes to protect them from the bright rays of the sun and drove down the empty road. They hadn't seen any other cars in a good while.
"What do you think will happen when we go down there?" she asked nervously.
"I wish I knew." he answered tightly, he was anxious too. All they were going on was a gut instinct that this was what they had to do and they were following it. They both trusted their instincts deeply, having relied on them most of their lives. But they couldn't deny that what they were doing was incredibly stupid. Going into the Hellmouth with an army was dangerous, they were going in just the two of them. Yet they knew they had to do this. Something called them here, Connor more then Calista, his very blood was screaming, pounding in his ears to get to Sunnydale and get to the Hellmouth. They saw the sign 'Welcome to Sunnydale' coming up and Connor got a wicked grin on his face.
"Connor don't!" Calista warned,
"It's a family tradition!" he protested
"No, it's a Spike tradition."
"Exactly and Spike's family, so we have to do it for him." She sighed in exasperation.
"Oh alright." Connor grinned broadly, and sped up the car. They crashed heavily into the sign and sent it flying onto the road. Calista waited till they were in the city to ask dryly,
"Happy now?"
"Ecstatic!" Connor chirruped. He then let his smile fall and said, "About ten minutes from the school now."
"Nice town." she commented thoughtfully. Suddenly Connor pulled up and stared at a house. It had a gorgeous porch and was warm and would have been inviting if it weren't for the fact the windows were boarded up. She followed his gaze trying to see what he saw but then realised he wasn't looking, he was feeling. He knew who's house this was. She did too, but she'd been in the house only a short time ago. Right where this whole thing had started properly for them.
"Buffy's house." she whispered softly. "It's so pretty, isn't it?"
"Mm." he grunted, "Nice enough, I like the porch."
"Yeah, it looks like it'd be fun to sit there on a summer evening. I didn't get to see much, I kinda showed up, and we were on our way within the night."
"Yeah." Connor sighed and the car continued its journey. Calista kept shooting him glances and it was making him jumpy. "What?" he asked gruffly. She looked away,
"Nothing." she murmured softly. He glanced at her and hit the brakes sharply, making them squeak. Her hand shot out to the dashboard to steady herself. He fixed her with a sharp gaze.
"What is it?" She looked at him and then suddenly leaned forward to kiss him. He reflexively returned the kiss. She gently sucked on his lower lip and then pulled away.
"I love you." she whispered.
"I know. I love you too." he responded, putting a lock of her hair behind her ear only to have it slip back again. She sat back and said
"We could die here."
"I know, but we won't." he said decisively. "Dad would bring us back just so he could kill us himself for leaving the babies like that. And stealing the car." he added as an afterthought. She chuckled softly and he pressed the accelerator. The car shot forwards and swerved around the corner.
"Speaking of Angel, how did Willow and Giles take the spell for him that Connacht devised for him?"
"Well once they got over their scepticism, they were delighted and got me to describe it to them in detail. We agreed we'd wait till the wedding, you know, make dad's soul permanent, let them have a proper, traditional honeymoon."
"By the time they get married, Buffy will be a reborn virgin!" Calista laughed softly.
"Exactly, like I said, traditional." He grinned as he turned the car down another road. He grinned to himself, amazed and very grateful that Connacht had actually created a spell especially for Angel to make his soul permanent. He found it weird no one tried to do it before.
"Connor! We're here!" she exclaimed as he nearly zipped past the school. He slammed on the brakes and the car squealed to a halt again. She glared at him as the seatbelt saved her from making an exit through the windscreen.
"Connacht also favoured car chase movies." he said dryly
"Clearly." she returned equally dry. They climbed out of the car and Connor slipped the keys into his pocket and took off his sunglasses securing them in the front of his shirt. They gripped their new weapons and approached the school. Calista reeled back suddenly and Connor stopped.
"Calista?"
"It reeks of evil." she said shakily, "Balance felt it but couldn't do anything, it wasn't her job to deal with." She was having some problems with the experience of being Balance, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. She swallowed hard and then raised the scythe up a little higher. "Come on." she said decisively. They strode into the school, following the smell of evil to the basement. There it was! The Seal of Danzalthar, the Hellmouth. It was sealed tight, had been since Buffy had managed to close it with Andrew's tears before they'd left for L.A. Before Calista had walked into their lives.
"Here we go." Connor stepped forward and then whirled around and stuck the stake end of the scythe in the stomach of the Harbringer that had been sneaking up behind them. He grabbed its throat and threw it down onto the Seal. It gasped and choked but then lay motionless as its blood flowed out over the Seal. One by one the triangles lifted up and they formed a kind of pyramid. It sank into the ground and left an opening. Calista moved forward to go first but Connor pushed her back, no way would he let her go first. She frowned and rolled her eyes as she followed him. Down the stone steps, it was eerily like the way they'd descended the steps into the Realm of Beginnings, and it made Connor shudder. They entered the actual Hellmouth and as they approached the edge of a ledge their eyes widened in utter horror. They'd known and Calista had seen in her visions from Balance but nothing could have truly prepared them for this. Thousands and thousands of Turok-Han were down there, all hungry for blood.
"Uh, what do we now?" Calista whispered, her lips barely moving. Neither actually had an idea of what they were meant to do now.
"Well I'm hoping inspiration hits before they-" As one the Turok-Han turned their heads to them, Connor gulped, "see us." he finished. Calista groaned
"Next time I'm choosing the dates activities."
"No argument from me." The Turok-Han rushed at them and they went back to back. They slashed and stabbed, dusting Turok after Turok, but for each one they killed two more took its place. Connor ducked under a punch and thrust the stake up into the head. It screeched and he managed to slice its head off.
"Agh!" he yelled as something hit the side of his head. He staggered to the side and a Turok took advantage of his distraction to wrench the scythe from his hands and two more grabbed his arms, pulling them behind him. He grunted in pain and his eyes searched for Calista, who was still going strong. He had to admit he was impressed as he tried to throw off his captors. He didn't dare call for help. She ducked and swung, spinning on the balls of her feet, kicking and slashing, packing a punch. The Turok-Han seemed to be trying to grab her rather then kill her, and he could see she was aware of this. She was moving so fast that she was nearly a blur. He thrashed again but the Turok dragged him off despite his struggles. With six pairs of hands now gripping him, he had little choice but to comply.
"Connor!" Calista had seen him being dragged off and was now trying to get to him. In doing so she became distracted. He could just hear Holtz saying coldly
"Never let yourself be distracted, it could easily be the last thing you ever do." Calista spun and sliced, downing Turok after Turok but suddenly one managed to sneak an arm around her waist and pull her down. He lost sight of her among the creatures but heard her snarl and shout very strong curses at them. Spike would have been very proud. Finally she reappeared, with the Turok-Hans gripping her arms and twisting them sharply. She struggled as they brought her over to him and they were both forced to their knees. They shared a look of confusion. Why weren't the Turok-Hans trying to kill them? Not that they were complaining of course.
"Well, I have to admit I am surprised." They both looked up and Connor groaned,
"Couldn't you pick someone else?" The First, posing as Holtz gave him a patronising look that both of them knew all too well.
"I happen to think that this form is the best for you two." It answered smugly.
"Yeah, whatever." Connor wasn't afraid of The First Evil, probably something Connacht was responsible for. Calista looked at him in irritation.
"Anyway, I am very surprised, I mean even Connacht was never this dumb." Connor felt anger flare up in his chest. "Walking on into the Hellmouth, taking on all these Turok-Han, the vampires that vampires fear. I mean how pathetically stupid are you?"
"Hey, hey! Now there's no need for that." Connor raised his eyebrows and shared a look with Calista while The First had widened its eyes in what could easily have been horror. Slowly it turned around. Only to be punched straight in the nose. It howled in agony and clutched its nose while its grinning attacker shook his hand and said, "I have always wanted to do that." Connor and Calista stared in shock at Connacht who was standing there completely at ease, with a blood red scythe in his hand.
"What are you doing here?" Calista exclaimed.
"Hello to you too Sleeping Beauty!" Connacht grinned at her cheekily. "We thought you might like a hand."
"We?" Before Connacht could answer The First suddenly morphed into a giant of a creature, it looked like a combination of human, demon and computer parts.
"I find myself… angered." it said in a deep slow voice. Connacht smirked,
"You know, Adam, you should try those stress balls, you just squeeze and-" He was cut off by the creature grabbing his throat and squeezing. "Yeah squeeze just like that." he gasped.
"Hey!" The First looked behind it and Calida, who had just appeared there said, "Hands off! He is mine!" and she punched it hard. The First wasn't used to being hurt in any physical way so it had a low tolerance to it. It dropped Connacht straight away and held its chin, grimacing in pain. Connacht straightened his clothes and shouted,
"Children of Vampires enter stage left! NOW!" At once, flying up from under their feet the spirits of the Children of Vampires came wielding their scythes, and the Turok-Hans were soon bursting into dust so fast that half the army was gone before the other half realised what was happening.
"NO!" screamed The First and it lunged at the spirits but they were moving too fast and if it came too close to one they'd just slash at it with their scythes.
"Hey I've got a riddle for you." Connacht muttered in Connor's ear, making him jump, he'd been so busy watching the scene unfold he hadn't noticed him. "How do you fight something non-corporeal?"
"Uh, you die and come back as a spirit?" Connor found himself smiling despite the chaos going on around him. He got to his feet and Calista copied. Connacht pouted,
"No fair!"
"Connacht you'll never be the Riddler, stick to being Robin." Calida smiled at him fondly.
"Oh holy oreos!" Connacht made his voice high pitched as he grumbled.
"Why?" asked Calista, spoiling the moment, Connacht's face went very serious.
"Why? Because the Powers screwed us over and in doing this we'll be getting back at them."
"But the Balance...?" Calista cocked her head to the side slightly. A Turok-Han screamed as Orlando sliced it.
"Has always been off. Evil was always the big bully. Now it's Good's turn to rule. You set it right Calista, but we're going to unset it for you, to give you some peace." The very word touched their souls in a way that was reminiscent of a long suppressed craving that suddenly came back full force.
"There will be evil, there always will be, but for a time, things will be calm for you. Good will have the upper hand for a while. You and the others deserve it." Calida reached out as if to stroke Calista's hair but withdrew her hand before it made contact.
"You're gonna give it all. Aren't you?" Connor asked softly. "We're never going to see you again."
"Maybe." Connacht said softly, "But don't forget, we'll always be here." He pointed to Connor's forehead.
"And here." Calista promised laying a hand over her heart. Connacht looked embarrassed all of a sudden.
"Aw, don't go all sappy on me, I'll cry." he moaned while grabbing Calida's hand and then kissing her cheek. Calista smiled at him and touched Connor's arm. Calida smiled, then it faded sharply and she stiffened.
"You'd better get out of here, don't stop till you're out of the city."
"What are you-"
"Just go!" Calida exclaimed as she suddenly whirled around and dusted a Turok-Han. Connor had nearly forgotten about them but he, for once, decided to obey and began to head to the entrance. The Children of Vampires cleared a path for him, but he had to occasionally stop and dust a runaway. He looked behind him and realised Calista wasn't with him anymore. His eyes widened in alarm and he looked around for her. Unfortunately the spirits of the Children of Vampires began to glow an orange light as they flew around like angels of the apocalypse making it hard to see. Connacht and Calida were glowing the brightest as they went straight for The First and tackled it, making it scream in rage and morph into it's true form, a cloud of dark colours, with hundreds evil faces outlined in the cloud, screaming, shouting. Connor felt his courage falter at the sight of it, it was so terrifying. Suddenly he felt someone grab his arm and he whirled around to see Calista pulling him out of the Hellmouth. In her other hand she held the two scythes. Her face was drawn in concentration, her eyes hard as she swung her arm and killed a wayward Turok-Han. She didn't look back; she just kept running, pulling him out of danger. Pulling him to the light. He was surprised at how short a time it took them to reach the car. Connor was just starting it up when the ground began to shake violently.
"Connor!"
"I'm on it!" he slammed his foot down and the car sped away. Even so the buildings were beginning to fall down, and the shaking was so bad it was hard to focus. As he swerved to avoid a piece of rubble he shouted, "Calista, a shield would be good right about now!" He wished they'd put the soft top up. It would have been something.
"Aye, captain!" she said, raising her fingers and at once a blue shield engulfed them. "Oh shit! Connor hurry!" Looking behind him, more because he'd never heard her curse before he saw the ground seeming to disappear, falling away.
"Oh shit!" he echoed her sentiments and willed the car to go faster. His fingers tingled and the car sped up even more. He wasn't even steering anymore, it was doing it all itself, swerving around to avoid the falling rubble. Connor looked up at Calista and decided not to point this out to her as her face was screwed up in concentration. Looking behind him again he saw the whole city was almost gone. The car began to slow down and he checked to see that they were almost at the edge of the city. This was as far as the destruction would go. They just needed to get over the barrier. It was speeding rapidly to them and so was the grounds drop level. There was literally a car length between the two as they sped over the barrier and onto the main road. The car slowed even more, Connor wasn't sure if it was him or if he'd somehow given the car life. It finally stopped smoothly and Calista dropped her arm. They both sat there in shock, Calista was gripping the scythes so tightly they were in danger of breaking and Connor was likewise gripping the steering wheel.
"They're gone." Calista whispered softly. Connor looked at her with tears in his eyes.
"They're gone." he whispered sounding lost. She looked at him, her eyes were dry, like this was something she couldn't even cry over, or maybe she was just sick of crying, or perhaps she had cried herself dry. She suddenly pushed the door open and got out. She paced around on the road, her arms swinging widely. She kept her back to the car. Connor watched her, trying to understand this feeling in his chest. It was like a gaping hole was there.
"Its gone!" she cried suddenly, "The realm is gone!" Connor widened his eyes as she turned to him. Her eyes were a tumultuous sea of emotion. "All of it! They're gone." She turned to the crater that was once Sunnydale and stared at it, shaking. Connor moved so he was sitting on the head of the car seat. His eyes widened as he studied the gaping hole. It looked like a meteor had crashed there.
'Buffy's gonna kill us.' he decided with a cringe. Calista went and sat down at the edge of the crater, her legs dangling into it, her arms wrapping around herself. He hopped out of the car and walked up to her slowly.
"Calista?" he reached out to put his hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away.
"Just leave me alone for a while Connor, please."
"Yeah, sure, ok." he dropped his hand and moved back to the car. He opened the boot and pulled out a can of coke. Popping it he took a deep drink. He surveyed the land again, he wondered why he felt so calm, despite the tears. He was upset, but you'd think he'd be more upset then he was. Looking down, he saw his hands were shaking slightly. He took another gulp of coke. He was glad everyone had managed to get out of the town before this happened. The only victims were the Turok-Han, The First Evil, and some very special people. He sat on the boot and leaned his head back, the sun would be setting in an hour or so. His dad and Buffy would probably show up after that. He fought a grin as he thought of what his dad would say and do. He could imagine it perfectly and it made him laugh. He wondered if, when his children were older, they'd give him and Calista as much trouble as he gave his father. On second thought it was probably in the blood.
He thought of the letter he'd written to Angel and remembered that he'd mentioned closure. Did they get it? Yes, he thought they did. Did Calista think they had? He didn't know. He was glad of what the others had done for the world, but what did she think, she knew how Balance thought now, did she like the fact that the world was now unbalanced again? At least it was in Good's favour now. Although, Connacht's mind told him it wasn't going to be an obvious change. Lowering of crime maybe, certain politicians finally getting their heads straight, that sort of thing mostly. He wondered what was going on in his mate's mind. She was just sitting there, staring out across the landscape.
The sun was setting now, turning a faint red, making the whole sky, the land, light up in molten gold. Connor would be glad for when it got dark, he preferred the silver moonlight, to the golden sunlight. He liked the way the stars seemed to wink at him. Sometimes cheekily, sometime reassuringly, sometimes knowingly. His mind took him to a night, before he had Calista back in his arms, before he knew the truth about Cordelia, when everyone thought it was his fault for the apocalypse. He'd cried that night, although he refused to let anyone see, he'd hidden in the shadows no one really missed him. His tear-filled eyes had suddenly looked up and the stars winked at him. To him they said, so sweetly,
"We believe in you, we know you're not responsible." Strange, but that was the only reason he hadn't ended his life that night. That night he'd just wanted to die. He was glad now that he hadn't taken the final steps. What would Calista have done? She'd have died because her power couldn't be unlocked. He contemplated the past few months. He thought about Balance. He noted how even he referred to the Balance as a person.
He wondered if there was a Good like that, one that could be referred to like a person. He wondered if there was an Evil like that too. He suddenly snorted, his mind took him to a fluffy cloud place, and seated at a table on either side were Good and Evil. He could just imagine Balance in the middle, watching both of them carefully, waiting for one to slip. They were doing something, playing a game. Snakes and Ladders? Nah, too commercial. A chess game he decided. A never-ending chess game. Balance made sure neither cheated, and because they were evenly matched, the game would continue forever, Evil would move a piece towards the king, and Good would block it. Sometimes one or the other would have a few extra pieces but the game would never end. If the game ended… both players would loose, because without one, the other cannot exist, because, if only good existed, who would know that it was good? If only evil existed, who would know evil? Connor shook his head lightly and returned to the crater and the sun.
The light was extending out and it cut into his eyes. He reached down and pulled out his sunglasses from the front of his shirt. He slipped them on and was pleased to find the light stopped hurting. Calista hadn't moved. He sighed and wished he'd brought his new game boy, he was beginning to get bored. He knew that this was a time to reflect, a time to think on the past, but damnit, he was so sick of thinking about the past. And he was so bored. He emptied the can and put it back in the boot, no point in being a litter bug. He wandered back to the front of the car and began to rummage through the glove compartment. To his surprise, he found a pack of cards. He took the pack and returned to the boot, once again sitting on it. He began to play solitare, waiting for Calista to join him or someone to come along. He wondered who would be coming along. His dad would want to… but he knew Buffy would probably try to make him stay in L.A. Spike would want to go. He could guess what would happen there, Rock, Paper, Scissors anyone? Sad to say that was probably exactly what they'd end up doing. One would stay with the babies. Connor put his money on his father. Angel would probably stay with the babies. Buffy would make sure he did even if she had to tie him to the cribs. The sun sank lower and lower, Connor was tempted to snap,
"Will you just get lost!" to it but he doubted it would speed things up. He looked up at the sky that was turning purple. The moon smiled down at him and the stars winked at him to say,
"Good job, we're proud of you." Suddenly he realised he was not sitting alone on the boot. Calista had joined him and was shuffling the cards.
"Hey! I was gonna win that game." he complained.
"You've won fifty games; I think your ego has been stroked enough." She smiled at him, her eyes much calmer now. She was happy now.
'Hmm… now if this were a movie, this would probably be the time to kiss her.' he thought to himself eyeing her lips as she dealt the cards.
"What's the game?"
"Go fish." She smiled and they began to play. "Got any twos?"
"Go fish. Got any Jacks?"
"Go fish. Got any tens?"
"Damn! Got any kisses." She looked at him in amusement and said,
"Two." She leaned forwards and kissed him twice, much to his enjoyment. He was about to pull her closer when the sound of a car, or was it a bus, entered their hearing range. They smirked at each other and resumed their game. They waited for about ten minutes, after which time a yellow school bus skidded to a halt beside them. They continued their game.
"Got any twos."
"Darn, I was so close." she grumbled handing them over. The bus door opened and something tall, bleach blond and pissed came out.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!"
"Oh hi Spike!" Calista chirruped cheerily.
"Hi Spike? That's all you have to say? What the hell happened to Sunnydale?" The vampire seemed to be having a mini explosion.
"Uh it went implode?" Connor shrugged, playing dumb, Spike's fits were always fun to watch. Just then they both noticed a small but formidable blond woman staring at them, demanding an answer. "Uh, hi Buffy." Connor tried to hide his nervousness of this woman. His soon to be stepmother his brain reminded him. Weird.
"What happened here?" She spoke calmly and she didn't raise her voice, but her eyes demanded they speak.
"We came because of a gut instinct. We entered the Hellmouth, we fought the Turok-Han, then The First made an appearance, and then Connacht, Calida and the other Children of Vampires did the rest." Connor explained briefly.
"They did this?"
"They gave up their existence for us." Calista said softly. Buffy looked at her with an indescribable expression. "They gave up all their power to give us a chance to live normal lives. Even the realm is gone." Her face was eerily blank as she spoke, as if she wasn't really there. He knew she was just in shock and that she'd be ok. Giles came out of the bus and began to polish his glasses.
"I'm not sure I understand." Connor slid off the boot and Calista climbed over it into the passenger seat. Connor hopped into the driver's seat and then said, looking straight at them.
"We'll explain when we get back to the hotel."
"We just need to get our heads around this. Believe me guys, it's pretty big. Life altering." Calista explained, leaning her head back against the head of the chair tiredly. "We'll meet you there." Connor stared at the Scoobies, they looked very overwhelmed and he felt sorry for them. But he couldn't help them, they needed to sort this out for themselves.
"You guys take all the time you need. Remember, you're always welcome at Lé Hotel Chaos a.k.a the Hyperion." he gave them what he hoped was an encouraging smile and then started up the car. His eyes met Buffy's and an understanding passed between them. She nodded in understanding, he didn't need to tell her anything, she understood completely.
"We'll see you there." she agreed. They both smiled at her and then Connor turned on the engine. Calista gave them a two-fingered salute, like a Brownie and then they took off down the road.
"Think they'll be ok?" he asked his mate. She looked out over the rushing land, the wind blowing her hair back and then she said softly,
"It'll take time. But they will. They just lost a lot and they weren't even here for it. That's hard for them, they're used to saving the day, so to have missed it will be hard for them. But they'll be fine. They'll move on."
"So can we." Connor added softly, glancing at her shyly. She smiled and touched his hand. Her smile touched his heart in a way that made him want to do a dumb dance. He wondered if she felt that. She smiled at him knowingly and he knew she did. He took her hand and kissed it. "Feel like being dangerous?" She smiled broadly.
"Always." The car's engine roared as they shot down the road at a reckless speed, heading for the City of Angels, where one angel in particular was planning on strangling them when they arrived. They couldn't wait to see him try.
"Balance, you did well." The All congratulated its obedient servant. Balance bowed its head. "A new age is dawning for earth."
"Will you have need of me? It does not appear that things will be very equal for some time." Balance asked. The All smiled kindly and said,
"Of course. You will always be needed. There's no one else who can monitor those two." The All motioned to the table where Good and Evil sat playing their never-ending game.
"You cheat!" wailed Evil
"Did not!" snapped Good. Balance sighed.
"Excuse me." It bowed and then returned to the table, sitting between them as it always had and always would, keeping the Balance.
And I am done! Oh my God I didn't think I'd ever get this story done. I think my writing style changed a good bit in these last few chapters, but to anyone who was annoyed by it I wasn't doing it deliberately. Thank you to all of you who reviewed, or those who just read the story, I really do appreciate it. If you're hoping for a sequel well, I really don't plan on it even though it's such an open ended story, I thought I'd let readers come up with their own ideas of what happens next. Be sure to tell me your theories!;-) I may write a sequel but I wouldn't hold your breath otherwise your liable to pass out.
Thank you and good night!
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